The Intern - Full Submission

by Laws, Tara

  “Lexi let me in. It’s Sam. He’s gone,” she said. Lexi didn’t really feel like company, but Sam had helped get rid of HIM, so she felt like she was obligated. She got up from the couch and let Sam in, carefully locking and latching the door behind her once she was inside. “Jesus Christ, Lexi. You look like shit,” she said. It was true, in addition to what she was wearing; her normally perfect face was puffed and splotchy from crying all night and part of the morning. Her auburn hair looked like rats had moved into it and built nests from her tossing and turning on the pillow all night. “What did he do to you?” Sam continued.

  Lexi burst into tears again and told Sam the whole story. Sam was empathetic and held her head to her chest while she cried. Even though Sam was actually a little younger than Lexi, she was wise beyond her years and was sometimes more like a mother than a friend to Lexi, who was orphaned by the age of twenty two. Lexi’s childhood with a drunk for a father and a mother that worked two jobs had been a cakewalk in comparison to Sam’s upbringing. Sam had been removed from her home when she was sixteen because her stepfather couldn’t keep his hands off his blossoming stepdaughter and her mother refused to leave him, saying she didn’t believe Sam.

  Sam had run away repeatedly. She had eventually ended up in the foster system after using a nanny cam to record her step father in the act of fondling her on tape. She had taken it to a teacher at school. The teacher had called the authorities. Sam’s mother had insisted that her daughter was a temptress who lured him in with her already overdeveloped body. After that, Sam bounced from home to home where she discovered that men were all the same, at least the men in the households in which she found herself. She had run away and spent some time on the streets and in shelters, but Lexi knew little about that, as it was the one thing Sam would not talk about. In the end, she had used it to her advantage by becoming a stripper working at one of the most elite clubs in Atlanta. Men that frequented The Cheetah came to spend money and they lavished it on the statuesque Sam.

  Once Lexi was done babbling about what had transpired, she pulled away from Sam and began wiping her face. “What am I going to do, Sam?” she asked.

  Sam smiled softly at her. Well, as my real father would have said, “back up and punt, sweet pea.” Sam often quoted her natural father who had died when she was fourteen. Thoughts of him always made Sam’s entire face light up. His death had been the end of her happy world and she cherished the memories of the time she had with him. “The first thing you are going to do is stopped marinating in your own pity and get up off this couch. Go get a shower and let’s get you out of this house for a while. You stink,” she said flatly.

  Lexi nodded and headed off to the shower. When she came back out, Sam had cleaned up from her cereal binge and around the apartment so that it didn’t look so bleak. Lexi was already feeling a little better. She grabbed her glasses from the side table by the couch and returned to the bedroom to get dressed, sliding into some comfortable jeans and a grateful dead t-shirt that had belonged to her mother. Something about her mother’s things comforted her. She dried her hair and tossed it up in a ponytail before replacing her glasses with contacts and dusting on a little powder and gloss to smooth out her still blotchy skin.

  Sam looked her over when she came out. “Well, you still look a little shitty, but at least you are clean,” she said with a scowl. “You’ll be okay when the puffy face gets some hot food and a couple glasses of wine into it,” she joked. Lexi smiled at her and sat down to slide on her shoes. She sighed deeply and stood up to face Sam.

  “Okay, Aunt Sammy, let’s do this,” she said and they headed out the door. They spent the rest of the day just goofing off in downtown Atlanta, window shopping and grabbing burgers and beers at Vortex, before heading back home.

  Lexi felt much better by the time they made their way back to the apartment. That is, until they stepped out of her car and made their way to her apartment door. There she found Drake Whitson camped out waiting for her.

  Sam looked at her in an unspoken question and Lexi put up her hand. Sam shot a dirty look at Drake and headed to her own apartment. Lexi walked toward the door of her apartment and unlocked it. Drake watched silently to see if she intended to let him in. She went in and left the door open for him to follow, which he did. He closed the door behind him. ‘Lexi, we need to talk about this,” he said to her. She turned around to face him, noting that he looked tired and distraught.

  “I don’t see how there is anything to talk about, Drake. You saw something you wanted and you got it. I would think the conquest would be enough to satisfy your sick needs,” she said.

  Drake looked down for a moment before raising his gaze back to hers. “I did pick you from a list of candidates because I was attracted to you, but I also reviewed your grades and reviews from professors. It was nothing that any other prospective employer would not have done. The only difference is that I was also attracted to you in a way that I can’t explain and I wanted to know more about you. I wanted to know if you would be a good fit for the firm and I was curious to know if you would be a good fit for me, as well. There was nothing more than that to it until you showed up in my office,” he said.

  Lexi looked at him incredulously. “Have you forgotten about the whole little issue of your home dungeon?” she asked. “You know, how you want me to be some sort of concubine that you can cane if you feel the urge?” she shouted at him.

  Drake took a deep breath. “Lexi, you are making much more of this than what it is. Yes, I have some peculiar tastes, but if you would just give it a chance, you would see that it’s not as bad as you think. You may not realize it, but you are already predisposed to the idea. You called me sir from the day you met me and you enjoyed the things we did. You were born to be a submissive, Lexi,” he said.

  Lexi glared at him. “Calling someone sir is just a matter of respect. It doesn’t mean I want to be a sex slave, Drake. And yes, I did enjoy our first time. I was caught up in the moment and what you were doing to me felt wonderful, but it’s a long way from whips and chains. I want someone that loves me, not someone that just wants to see how far he can push my pain threshold. There is something wrong with that,” she told him.

  “Who said I couldn’t love you? Why do you think the two things have to be mutually exclusive? I can love you, Lexi. I can love you and want to push you to the highest peaks of your sexual pleasure. I think this only scares you because deep down, you want it. I think you’ve been independent so long that it scares the hell out of you to give someone else control. I don’t think this is just about sex. I don’t think you are able to let go of yourself with anyone,” he said.

  “No, stop it. You don’t know what you are talking about. Just shut up,” she yelled at him. She felt a hard knot in the pit of her stomach as she backed away from him. “Get out of my apartment and out of my life,” she screamed at him before bursting into tears again.

  “No, you stop it and you shut up,” Drake said quietly as he quickly made his way over to her. Before she could stop him, he was holding onto her, pulling her into him and kissing her hungrily. She wanted to resist but she couldn’t. Her body responded to his mouth as if it had been designed for hers. Before she knew it, they were yanking each other’s clothes off and he was inside of her, filling the aching void inside. He thrust into her again and again, forcing her body up against the wall behind her. Lexi moaned loudly as he pummeled the soft walls of her aching pussy until she felt the first waves of what felt like an Earth shattering explosion inside.

  Drake wasn’t far behind, forcing himself deep inside of her as he came with dizzying intensity. They stood there for a moment, with her pale body pushed against the wall and legs wrapped around him. Then he pulled out and she put her feet back on the floor. He leaned down and kissed her so softly that she thought she might cry again, but this time with joy. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. There was some connection between them that she
couldn’t deny but he was her boss and he was a freak to boot. Could she ever accept the things he wanted to do to her?

  “Can I spend the night, Lexi? I want to hold you. I don’t want to be without you tonight. Today without you was like torture. I felt like someone had put a huge rubber band around my lungs and I couldn’t quite draw a full breath because it hurt too much,” he said, as he lifted her chin upward to look down into her eyes.

  Lexi didn’t know what to do, but she didn’t want to be without him either. She nodded her head up and down. She would worry about figuring all of this out tomorrow. They showered together, washing each other’s bodies and hair before climbing out and toweling off. She dried her hair while Drake checked some emails on his phone from her bed. Then she climbed in beside him where they slept naked and tangled together.

  9.When the alarm went off the next morning, Drake jumped and looked around as if he was confused about where he was. While Lexi turned off the alarm, he picked up his phone and called the office. He left a message on someone’s voice mail telling them that he would be working out of the office for the day and that Lexi would be assisting him, so not to expect either of them. Then he rolled back over and curled up behind her, spooning his body up against hers before drifting back off to sleep.

  Lexi wondered what he had told them about her absence the day before. Obviously, he had covered for her somehow or he would not be still lying to them about her today. She mulled this over for a few minutes before falling back asleep in his arms. When they awoke again, the sun was shining into the window and she glanced at the clock. It was nearly nine. She felt Drake move behind her, groaning slightly as he stretched out his limbs before reaching over to stroke her long auburn hair with his hand and kissing her bare shoulder.

  “I have a surprise for you, beautiful,” he told her, pressing his huge erection into her backside. She smiled and wiggled back against him. He continued to kiss her neck and shoulders before reaching around her to cup her breasts in his hands, kneading them softly as he entered her from behind and made love to her slowly with long, deliberate strokes. Lexi had never woken up with anyone and made love before. She thought it must be the most incredible feeling in the world.

  The feel of his chest hair against the smoothness of her back and the friction from his being inside her with her legs together intensified everything. There was something incredibly sensual about the slow way in which he was sliding in and out of her that overwhelmed her emotionally as well as physically. Drake reached around and began massaging her clit with his fingers until she could take no more and shuddered with her first orgasm of the morning. He didn’t stop there, he continued to tease her tender nub until she came again and then again before he was done. He locked his hips completely forward with one last stroke as he came inside her, kissing the small of her back and hugging her close to him.

  They lay there for a while before they got out of bed. They showered again quickly before heading out to grab breakfast. Both were avoiding any discussion of the issues between them so that they could enjoy their time together. There was only so long that they could avoid it though. Lexi was the first to break the ice and broach the subject. “What did you tell them at work when I didn’t show up yesterday,” she asked casually as she ate her crepes.

  Drake put down his fork and looked up at her. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I told them that you weren’t feeling well and were going to be working from home until you were back up to par so that you didn’t spread your germs to me,” he said. Lexi laughed.

  “I don’t know what to do about us, Drake. I have only known you for a few days. I would never have imagined moving so quickly with someone before. I’m drawn to you and I had no hesitation about jumping in with both feet until I saw that little dungeon of yours. I just don’t think I can go that far with you. It’s too much,” she said.

  Drake studied her face. What she was saying sounded final but there was no finality in the actual tone in which she said it. “I think that you are appalled by the idea, but you have never really tried it. I don’t think you can know what you can and cannot do if you haven’t tried to do it. All I’m asking is that you give it a chance. We can start slow, as slowly as you need for it to be. Then we merely add until you tell me you have reached your stopping point,” he said.

  “And if I agreed to this and found that my stopping point was far from where you would want me to go?” she asked.

  “Well, then I would have to make my own decision as to whether your stopping point was at an acceptable level to sate my own needs. You aren’t the only one in this, Lexi. I promise you that I would never hurt you and I really do believe that you would come to embrace the sexual freedom you will achieve,” Drake told her quietly.

  The waiter appeared to check on them and refill their glasses, giving Lexi a moment to consider this. When he stepped away, she leaned forward again and spoke. “How can you say anything about sexual freedom when what you are asking is that I not have any freedom, that I be a submissive that does only what you say?”

  Drake smiled, “It is only in the loss of freedom to say no to me that you will ever be truly free to explore every area of your sexuality. If you are always saying no, what liberation is there in that? You will wind up someday married to a man that bores the living shit out of you with his 2-3 minute missionary routine once a month. If you are lucky, he’ll go to a strip club with the guys and get horny enough to flip you over and give you a good hard doggy fuck every once in a while,” he said flatly.

  “I can set you free, Lexi. Together, we can reach the pinnacle of your desires. You are only limited by your unwillingness to give in to your own desires…and mine,” he said. The fact that Lexi was squirming a little in her chair did not escape him. Just talking about this had aroused her. The only question was if she would give in to that feeling or back down from it.

  “Okay, Drake. We will try this. If it is as wonderful as you say then I will love it, if not then we will see if you are willing to meet me on some middle ground somewhere. Otherwise, we will have a story not to tell our respective grandchildren. Drake laughed and reached for her hands across the table.

  “Good girl,” he said. “You won’t regret it. Now, I want you to get under the table and give me a blowjob here in the middle of the café,” he said sternly.

  Lexi looked at him with wide eyes, “I…I can’t do that,” she said. “We’ll get arrested.”

  Drake laughed again. “Gotcha,” he said and winked at her. She pulled a piece of ice from her drink and tossed it at him. They finished their breakfast and paid the check before heading back to Drake’s house for a morning swim.

  “I don’t have a suit,” she said in the car on the way over.

  “Don’t worry about that,” Drake told her. You won’t need one. Once they were at the house, Lexi watched as Drake stripped down to nothing and jumped in. “Come on in,” he told her. The water is warm. It feels fantastic.” Lexi hesitated for a moment and then decided he was right about her needing to be a bit freer from her inhibitions. She stripped and jumped in, resurfacing right in front of him. He pulled her to him and kissed her again, letting his tongue lazily explore hers. Their wet skin pressed against each other beneath the water.

  “I’m willing to give it a try,” Lexi said to him as they lingered there in each other’s arms. “There is something about you that has drawn me in since I first laid eyes on you. I want this to work. We will find some common ground,” she said, looking into his eyes for any hint of a reaction. He smiled at her and pushed her head under the water before taking off for the other end of the pool. It wasn’t exactly what she had expected.

  “I’m going to get you for that, Drake,” she gasped as she caught her breath. He was already out of the pool and drying off on the side by the time she made it to the steps on the shallow end. She climbed out and headed for where he was standing, only to have him run to the house
butt naked. She abandoned the chase, for now, and toweled herself off, wrapping the towel around her before following him in to the house. He was standing naked in the kitchen talking to an older Hispanic woman who was doing her best to avert her gaze from his nude form. Lexi almost laughed. She had the feeling it wasn’t the first time the help had been put in this awkward position.

  “Very well, Senor Whitson,” the woman was saying as Lexi approached the other side of the kitchen bar. She turned her back on Drake who looked at Lexi on the other side of the bar and smiled. Drake ran out to the pool and grabbed their clothes. They stood by the bar again and slipped back into them in the middle of the kitchen while Serena was away doing whatever Drake had asked of her, presumably.

  “Serena is going to make us some lunch,” he said before stepping around the bar. “Lexi, come,” he said. Lexi smiled. She had missed being called like a disobedient canine. She followed him to a large study down the hall and sat in a chair to the side of the huge desk in the center of the room. “Okay, Lexi, let’s talk about this. If we are going to pursue a master and sub relationship then I need to know that you can obey me. For the rest of the night, I’d like for you to follow my instructions. Do you think you can do that?”

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “Yes, what?” he said.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, without hesitation, but with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

  “Very good, Lexi. You will need to keep your eyes lowered when I am speaking to you. Looking your master in the eye is defiant. You should assume the subservient role and keep your gaze cast downward. Do you understand?” he asked.